Chapter 2

Outside the window, it was pouring rain, but inside, the two people were kissing passionately.

The documents in my hand scattered on the floor. I was soaking wet and trembling as I witnessed this scene.

On this rainy day, I discovered that my husband had forgotten to bring the test data he had stayed up all night to prepare.

He had taken the car, and taxis refused to pick me up.

So I ran all the way to the subway station with an umbrella, and after several transfers, I finally made it here.

But unexpectedly, I stumbled upon an intimate moment between James and his mentor.

After the kiss, they laughed softly.

Sarah leaned into his arms and said gently, "James, are you sure about this? Being with me will bring enormous pressure."

James pondered for a moment before making a firm promise.

"I'm sure, I've been sure for a long time."

"I'll go home in the next few days to discuss the divorce. I won't let you be without a proper status, Sarah."

Sarah seemed touched and raised her head to initiate another kiss.

Her face, though lined with wrinkles, was still graceful and charming. No wonder James had loved her for so many years.

Watching their intimate gestures, I felt nauseous and sick to my stomach.

I threw the documents into the trash can and turned to go home.

I don't remember how long I walked, I only remember the sharp, continuous pain in my chest.

My clothes were soaked through, and my delicate skin was scraped by the gravel.

In front of me and our friends, James always appeared rational, calm, and a man of few words.

Even when I complained to my friends about his neglect and coldness towards me, they would just comfort me: "Isn't that just how Dr. Sullivan is? He's a science nerd, his mind is full of research data. It's normal that he's not good at expressing affection. Actually, he treats you quite well."

That's what I used to tell myself too.

When we argued and he left me alone at the restaurant;

When I had a fever and was sick, but he still had to go to the lab to do research;

Even when my grandmother passed away and I was crying my eyes out, he just frowned and said "Death is a part of life."

That's how I comforted myself.

He didn't have many complex emotions, and wasn't the simplicity and purity what I loved about him?

But today, when I caught James unable to control his feelings for his mentor, I had a sudden realization.

The so-called emotional stability was just indifference all along.

When faced with the person he truly loved, he was passionate and humble.

Having been caught in the rain wearing thin clothes, I quickly developed a fever.

I could barely open my eyes due to the heat, and vaguely heard James coming home.

At this moment, I had no strength to argue, so I just wrapped myself tighter in the blanket and turned over.

James quickly walked around the house and then rushed into the bedroom, pulling me up.

"Mia, where are the data documents I worked on last night?"

"I left them on the desk and told you not to touch them. Where are they now?"

It was cold outside the blanket, and I shivered, gritting my teeth to barely squeeze out a voice: "I don't know."

My body was burning hot, and my face was pale.

These signs of illness were impossible for him not to notice.

James quickly let go of my wrist, his eyes full of contempt and disgust.

"You don't even know about such a small thing at home, what use are you?"

"Mia, tell me, what are you good for?"